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Post by Scallio on May 3, 2019 16:46:52 GMT -6
PL: 35,000
Scallio had seen the announcement in the newspaper early this morning. Billionaire Looking For Martial Arts Talent a headline like that would be hard for anyone to miss. The article that followed had basically read like an open invitation to martial artists. Mash Cheddar, the billionaire in question, was hosting a small one v one tournament at the Tenkaichi Budokai grounds. From what the Saiyan had understood from reading the article Mash was looking to hire some bodyguards. He was using the tournament as a way to weed out the strong from the weak. It was an interesting strategy but not one that Scallio hadn't seen done before. The tactic was a surprisingly effective one.
If the offer of reliable work wasn't enough though, Mash was even offering prize money depending on far you made it. The exact amount of money hadn't been listed in the article. But if the guy was a billionaire like the headline had suggested then Scallio imagined the money would be an impressive sum. Needless to say with something this good on the table. Scallio had no choice but to accept the invitation. The chance at a job alone was enough to make him interested. The fact he'd get a chance to fight against powerful warriors from Earth was a bonus.
Not being a native to Earth it had taken Scallio a bit of asking around to find the place. Thankful the tournament wasn't set to start until mid-afternoon. So he'd been afforded a bit of time to find the grounds. When he arrived at the entrance to the Tenkaichi Budokai the turnout hadn't been what he expecting it to be. There were just two other people waiting at the entrance. Both of them Earthlings and male. They were roughly similar in height and build being shorter than Scallio's six foot five inches.
Both men were also wearing training gis. The man on the right, leaning against the wall of the entrance with a cigarette in his mouth, had on a red gi with a black sash. The other man wore a green gi and a white sash, he was also pacing back and forth his hands interlocked and held against his back. Neither one of them gave off a particularly intimidating presence at least not one that Scallio felt anyway. If these were the only two people to show then this was going to be over quickly.
"There's still a bit of time." hopefully more fighters would show before the tournament started.
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Post by Kitiana Shinso on May 4, 2019 11:46:18 GMT -6
Kitiana had decided to take a short detour into town. She'd been looking for people to fight for awhile now but she wasn't having any luck in finding those strong enough to really challenge her. Every time she'd find someone she'd overwhelm them pretty quickly, and the extremely select few who could actually put up a fight seemed to be in a league all their own compared to her. It was... frustrating to say the least. Going into town she'd hoped to find something to eat that was relatively cheap, She did jobs on the side to get by but it wasn't enough to really get by off anything more than a few dozen zeni. As she landed within the city and began walking along the side walk her stomach growled, one hand moving over it as she sighed. "Gonna have to find some food quickly..." She mumbled to herself, though thankfully it didn't take long before she found a store to buy just a few things for a quick bite to eat. Of course her Saiyan genes made her spend more than what she would've liked, she ended up leaving the store with about 6 bags filled with food.
Now that she had food however her next goal was to find a park or something to sit down and eat. Her eyes traced around as she began walking again, though as she walked her attention was caught by a newspaper dispensary. "Martial arts tournament?" She muttered to herself, grabbing one of them from it and reading through the article. She'd seen them on TV back before she ran away from home, but she'd never been strong enough to compete in one. But now? Now she was certain she could compete! A grin formed over her face, this would be the perfect place to find someone to fight! She even knew exactly where it was located! Kitiana quickly took to the sky, sailing through the open air and right over to the tournament grounds. It took her a few minutes to get there but there was still some time left before it started, which was good because she was hecking hungry! Touching down she saw three other individuals waiting around.
One of the individuals was wearing a green gi, pacing back and forth like an impatient baby. Another was wearing an red gi, and seemed to be more reclined and reserved to himself. But the third one was the one that really caught her attention, so much so that Kitiana had stopped moving just after she landed and kept her eyes locked on him. He was a Saiyan. Her own tail whipped back and forth nervously before tightly coiling around her waist. He stood just over a foot taller than her. Despite that Kitiana couldn't sense power levels, she'd learned to read the way people carried themselves as a way to judge how experienced or seasoned they were in combat. This Saiyan seemed to hold himself with a certain strength. It would be a fools errand to underestimate any Saiyan in combat of course, But just from the way he seemed to present himself he was strong.
Perhaps it was her Saiyan blood calling out for a fight with another Saiyan... Perhaps it wasn't, She didn't know or care. What she did know was that his mere presence had caused her to freeze in place.
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Brent Gale
Rising Soul
PL: 36,000
Demonic Bond (x2P) Shemorash Unleashed (x4P)
Tag: @shemorash
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Post by Brent Gale on May 5, 2019 9:15:57 GMT -6
Brent walked through the street casually, his odd magicians attire made commonplace by the variety of aliens and superpowered warriors now in everyday life. He casually played with a deck of cards while strolling through the town, performing tricks only available with his new power. The cards levitated and spun in mid-air, all while he moved his hands as he typically did to trick those into thinking he was using some amazing sleight of hand. Afterall, his philosophy of faking power being as important as having it, still applied when he had power. As a small crowd gathered to follow him, he took his hat off, making off circular motions before letting go and slowly hovering it in a circle around him to collect money. His hands kept this weird tugging motion, as if he was operating some sort of string rigged invisible machine lifting it, as handfuls of zeni were placed in the hats.
Sitting down at a bench after a hard day’s work, Brent dug into his hat to see what he had collected. He inspected each zeni note, before finding something odd. Instead of paying him, one onlooker had shoved a crumpled poster. He frowned, having quite the history with posters, and decided to unravel it despite the feeling in his stomach. As he slowly unwrinkled it, making sure it was legible before he even attempted it, he started to read. In big bold letters was an advertisement of some sort of tournament a billionaire was using to search for powerful martial artists. Wellllll,, Brent wasn’t exactly a martial artist, but with his power he could fake it well enough.
Hovering a foot off the street, Brent zoomed at a speed higher than a job but not fast enough to cause chaos. The fine level of control he now held over his flight felt perfect, as if he had always been meant for this. As he arrived at the tournament grounds, or what he guessed were the tournament grounds, he decided to make a good impression. He floated forward, rising another foot like clearing his throat, before talking. ”The most powerful martial artist, the hidden legend himself, Shemorash, has arrived!”’ As he spoke he twisted and twirled his hands above him, colorful energy spurting and contorting around itself in a wonderful spectacle. He took off his hat, bowing while sinking to the ground beneath him. With a smile, he stood back up, convinced he had successfully faked his way to being a martial artist worthy of billions.
PL 18,500
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Post by Shiver on May 7, 2019 2:04:04 GMT -6
It was a good opportunity, this tourney, hence why Shiver was currently flying in to the tournament grounds. Her past few weeks and attempted spaceship construction had been quite costly. It had actually managed to deplete her modest savings to a somewhat uncomfortable level that she needed to do something about it. A potential job opening? For something she was actually qualified for and would pay well? It had been a kami-send just to see the ad for it in the paper. Now she just had to at least do good in the tournament and impress the sponsor Mr. Cheddar. Maybe she could get the job even if she lost the competition. An actual billionaire, that would be perfect!
Not that she was overly worried about the tourney. Shiver had fought in a tournament before, and she was fairly confident in her skills. Besides, she was getting close now, only a few minutes away from landing and close enough to start sensing the competition. While doing so had revealed some strong powers ahead, they were ones she could still realistically handle....hopefully. That little power hiding trick had already come back to bite her several times, and very painfully so. The grounds soon came into sight below her, and she went down for a landing. The Arcosian was just in time to catch the display of the finely dressed individual who had just entered before her, a rather...colorful spectacle.
The sight made Shiver glance down at herself awkwardly for a moment. Well she wasn't naked as per the norm, but the battle armor over her petite first form still felt rather drab by comparison. Ugh, Shiver pushed that thought away as best she could. She really had been on Earth a while hadn't she, caring about her clothes of all things now. Not exactly a helpful priority for someone who usually never bothered with them. Shiver turned her focus towards the others instead, scanning the area as she stepped forward silently.
There were a few other humans besides the tux wearer, dressed in training gis. Neither seemed powerful though, that honor was granted to the other aliens who'd shown up. Two Saiyans judging by their tails, one of which was definitely the strongest here besides her. Shiver eyed the male Saiyan for a moment before looking away, nodding to the humans. He was going to be a tough fight for sure...and he looked intense. It was hard not to get intimidated, even the weak humans had a couple feet on her tiny first form. Shiver quickly tried to position herself somewhat out of the way in the background, looking sheepish as she waited for the event to start.
First Form PL 44,000
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Post by Date 'Bad Man' on May 7, 2019 20:47:25 GMT -6
Thread PL: 26,976
Date has his ship/bike in this thread.
He is using Ki Suppression.
Ever since they got to Earth and met Zhalla, the Crimson Apes plus the Wolfbane cousins had been staying out at the ship, prepping what they should do to take over the Hunter's Harborage. At the moment, though, it was left on Date and Lisha to gather details, so not much was able to happen. Date had been spending a lot of time to scout out the Harborage from afar in East City. He'd been using his bike to travel quickly between East City and Central the last few days, so he'd been worn out quite a bit. Lisha, being in good standing with the family, decided that it was best that she make herself known by going to the Harborage and find out what'd been going on from the inside! However, they'd been growing wary of her since her time spent with Date back on Vegeta.
Date had said his goodbyes to his cousin for the moment and had made his way inside, whilst she went to South City. He did have some stuff to declare to Scallio so that they could get going, but when he entered the Renegade, no one mentioned seeing him ever since he left somewhere. He had read something, however, and had that glint in his eyes when a opportunity came up. Date groaned as he went to find the paper in the kitchen, where the crew said it was at. Upon finding it, he opened it up and got to reading through the page, stopping at the private tournament being run by Mash. The tournament was at South City's Tenkaichi Budokai grounds. Apparently, this guy had enough leeway that he could secure those sacred grounds, and Date didn't like it.
"I've got a bad feeling about this," Date muttered to himself, grunting quietly. He grabbed a marker off the counter and circled the ad a couple of times, emphasizing that this was where they were. He even wrote, 'S and D here,' to signify it!
The ride there wasn't long for Date's motorcycle in the, 'hovercraft mode.' In a hour and a half, past desert, mountains, and ocean, Date arrived at the Southern Continent. He could sense Scallio's presence there, and what's more, he could sense another familiar presence among 2 unknowns. The crazy obsessive teen..! Date revved the machine into high gear and bolted over to the city, heading straight to the tournament grounds. Scallio could handle himself, but that teen was bound to rile up some people that shouldn't be! He was thinking, 'Something suspicious is going on... Gah, if I had gotten some rest, I'd be able to figure that out!'
The Mercenary stopped at an alleyway a couple of blocks away, activating its anti-theft protocol before rushing down the street on foot. As he did, he took notice of some neatly dressed guys in black, some looking like they ought to have been in one of those old school biker gang movies with metal spikes jutting out of overly sized shoulder pads and skinny jeans that'd strangle the hell out of their legs and groin! Something wasn't right.
'Scallio, what've you gotten yourself into?'
Date got close to the place, civilians teaming outside as the normal personnel handled the normal pleasantries. People who were signing up for community tournaments, trying to sign up for the yearly big tournament, and so on! Nothing seemed too off, but Scallio was already inside. No one was being let in, so the Mercenary took the chance to go where there was the least number of people and leap over the red walls and get to snooping closer to the group. He sensed multiple presences near by, at one of the waiting areas for the fighters, around Scallio. A boastful voice, vanity gushing from words, was present. Some guy named Shemorash.
'Never heard of that guy,' Date thought to himself, delving into some bushes as he heard some other rounding a corner going to them. He didn't get a good glimpse of them, choosing to keep quiet during this exchange. 4 others, aside from Scallio, the teen, Shemorash, and the other? Their footsteps were difficult to discern. He just had to wait for the moment, out of sight.
Sorry about the wait, and for the long post! Entries, man. XD
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Post by Fenrir Wolf on May 8, 2019 3:53:17 GMT -6
60,617 Pl and hope ya'll don't mind, an even six will make a fair number count.
Fenrir was the seemingly last participant to enter and entering under an allias name known as 'Wolf'. He wore gray oversized robes which looked to be as ancient due to the color itself. On top of that he wore a metallic gray mask which covered his entire head and from the looks of it, this mask didn't have any holes for anyone to be able to see from it. He had entered the tournament and used his snake company in order to write the name down, for he didn't have any arms at all. He wore a standard issue shinobi sandals which may represent a monk of some kind based on the looks of it. The reason for his sudden entry? Pure boredom and wanting to add a little fun to the mix. Though he wasn't here for business purposes and more of a pleasure. He was literally a blind man walking and used his scents of smell in order to pick up the familiar smells he was so used to smelling when it came to a particular race, most notably, saiyans.
*Sniff Sniff*
"There are two saiyans...."
*Sniff Sniff*
"An arcosian..."
*Sniff*
"She is actually here..."
The rest of the smells were that of the basic humans and zoans alike. He prepped up against a nearby wall and just waiting for his name to be called, placing his right foot against the wall and staying to himself. Mendra on the other hand poked his head out from Fenrir's gray robe and tried to conceal himself as best as he could, speaking in the language of the snake.
"Be careful Fenrir, remember the last saiyan you fought against. You were clearly outmatched..."
Fenrir smirked and responded with the same language.
"Yes, but these saiyans aren't as strong as that one I faced... I have nothing to worry about..."
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Post by Ashi on May 8, 2019 11:17:56 GMT -6
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Ashi couldn't say she was particularly partial to 'proving herself' to some random billionaire on Earth, but if there was a solid cash prize, and a chance to both test her skills and get stronger all the same, then hell, why not? She was going to have to get stronger one way or another, and continuing to prove herself as worthy of the mantle of the Orange Star Goon seemed like as good a way as any to do that. So, of course, she was dressed up in the part, with the orange star sunglasses over her eyes and all the big logos sewed onto her jacket and belt. She was still getting used to the look, but it helped that it wasn't exactly a far cry from her old preferred getup, just with a few extra accessories on top. Now she just had to arrive at the Tenka... Tenaki... At the tournament grounds.
By the time she arrived, a decently enough sized crowd had formed up, and she found herself glancing over the backs of the various types of heads in front of her. There was one space lizard among the count - those guys tended to be quite hard to perish, so that spelled some trouble. Nobody else among the crowd stood out too much to her, though, except... "HEY!" Ashi exclaimed as a familiar black and red mohawk became clear among the participants. The Konatsian shoved her way through the crowd until she was face to face with the Saiyan. "You're the bozo who wrecked my truck! I hope you know you got me banned from ever renting from that brand again! They even took my picture and put it on a wall and everything!" Ashi was quite fuming for a few moments, though she took a deep breath and calmed herself down.
"...That being said, if you're here for the tournament, I do look forward to potentially kicking the shit out of you." She gave him a small, but malice filled smile, before she turned her head to look at the other entrants. "So, this is what a martial arts tournament looks like on Earth? I'll admit, I expected more, uh, Earthlings, but you guys seem like a fun bunch." Most of them did, anyway. That guy with the snake was kinda strange looking. Gave her a bad vibe. Ashi clasped her hands together in front of her and rubbed them eagerly. "So! When does this thing start? And is there like a signup sheet? I didn't see anything online."
TAGS: Scallio
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Post by Scallio on May 10, 2019 3:56:15 GMT -6
PL: 35,000
The mercenary had taken up a position leaning against a nearby pillar as he waited for others to arrive. His tail moved through the air in an almost impatient manner. It hadn't been more than five minutes and he already like felt he'd been waiting forever. His eagerness for battle was slowly starting to get the better of him. Thankfully he wouldn't be made to endure such a state of anxiousness for much longer. The next participate for the tournament arriving from the sky. Scallio raised an eyebrow as he examined her appearance. He couldn't sense her energy or anything like that. But he was able to get enough of a read on her to know she was different than the two Earthlings already present.
The tail wagging back and forth behind her told Scallio most of what he needed to know though. At least for the moment anyway. She was a Saiyan, like him, and that alone was enough to cause Scallio's skin to tingle. If she could live up to the battle prowess expected from the Saiyan race then she'd prove a viable challenge. Despite his interest in her Scallio didn't approach her, staying glued to his spot on the wall. He merely nodded in her direction. A silent acknowledgment of his interest in what she may be capable of.
Scallio's attention didn't hang on the female Saiyan too much longer after that. It was rather abruptly shifted upward and towards the strange human floating above the crowd. His voice rang out loudly, echoing in the air as he declared himself the most powerful martial artist. Scallio couldn't help but scoff his eyes rolling and haughty huff of air escaping his lips. "You sure you're not the world's greatest idiot?" he called out in reply, very obviously not impressed with the stranger's display. It was going to take more than a blanket statement and a colorful display of energy to sway Scallio. Although it looked as though the two Earthlings had been impressed by the magician's display.
The Saiyan took his eyes off the magician and returned to his thoughts. His facial features stoic up until, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the Arcosain figure. Scallio pushed himself off from the pillar. The Saiyan's body tensed instinctively as he focused his attention upon the space lizard. "Shit, are they World Trade Fleet?" no, what would they be doing on Earth? It wasn't like the planet had much to offer them. Then again there was nothing saying the Arcosian in front of him was associated with the WTF, to begin with. "Get ahold of yourself Scallio." normally it wouldn't have mattered in the first place. But with his recent alignment with the Saiyan Kingdom Scallio couldn't help but be a bit cautious.
He sighed, letting his body relax and the racist thoughts fade from his mind. The relaxing of his body soon turned out to be a mistake on Scallio's part. A familiar voice calling out to him from amongst the crowd. Scallio's eyes fell upon Ashi and frown instantly began to form on his face. "Oh," he said dryly, "it's you." of course she had to show up here. The woman in question marched towards him, shoving anyone in her way aside, ranting and raving about how Scallio had inconvenienced her. "She can't be serious with this can she?" it seemed that she very much was. Scallio rolled his eyes at Ashi placing his finger in his ear and picking at some built up earwax.
"It sounds to me like you got exactly what you deserved." a slight irritation was present in Scallio's tone. "After all you did fucking run me over. Besides, someone who can't tell the difference between a scarecrow and a person shouldn't be behind the wheel of a vehicle anyway." he said sharply, taking a step closer to her, eyes glaring down upon her. Scallio was looking forward to fighting the other Saiyan sure. Hell, even the Arcosian had his interest, but now that Ashi was here? He knew exactly who he wanted to face more than anyone else. "You're the one who's gonna be getting your face beat in greenie." this tournament was going to be really good now. Scallio couldn't wait to get started and neither could Mash.
The Earthling that arranged this little tournament made himself known. His form appearing out of thin air in front of the fighters that had gathered. Mash wore a finely tailored suit, had neck length black hair, and stood at five foot eight inches in height. What stood out and felt at odds with his well-kept appearance was the scar that ran through his left eye. As well as the fact his left hand was entirely robotic in nature. He very clearly was a man that was no stranger to violence. Mash cleared his throat, his eyes drifting from fighter to fighter before he finally spoke up. "My, my, it seems this year we've such an excellent selection of fighters." he smiled wide at the gathered warriors.
"Allow me to introduce myself. I am Mash Cheddar, the one responsible for this tournament." his voice was smooth like butter. Mash extended an arm outward, "I'm sure you're all eager to get started, and I am as well but first, we must take care of the selection process." A sly smile crept across the Earthling's facial features. "It's quite a simple process as well." with his arm extended he took his pointer finger and began to move it from fighter to fighter. "You," his finger stopped on Scallio for a moment and then kept moving, "and you." Mash's finger had landed Ashi. "Will be the first two face each other." he chuckled, "And we'll also have..." he continued until everyone was paired off. With Fenrir vs Shiver and Shemorash vs Kitiana. Mash then motioned for everyone to head towards the ring.
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Post by Kitiana Shinso on May 10, 2019 10:56:39 GMT -6
It didn't take long for the Saiyan to return her gaze, he didn't approach her however and choose instead to simply stand there and nod towards her to acknowledge her presence. Her body shuddered for a moment as she closed her eyes. 'What is this? My entire body feels ready to react like I'm about to fight him. Is it because we're both Saiyan's?' Her mind wandered from thought to thought for what felt like an eternity before she heard someone speak up. Her eyes opened as she turned to look towards the new entry, someone named Shemorash who claimed to be the worlds best martial artist. Kitiana had some serious doubts about that claim, she'd seen a lot of very good Martial Artists in her day and she'd never heard of this guy.
Kitiana moved inwards and set her bags down, tapping the side of her scouter to begin scanning the current individuals. The two earthlings weren't that impressive, but the Saiyan was. 'Thirty Five Thousand.' She thought to herself as she turned her attention to Shemorash 'Eighteen thousand Five-Hundred' less impressive, and lower than her own, but still close. Her scouter then beeping at her loudly, pointing towards a new entry. 'Forty-four thousand? Damn.' She knew most of these people must've had some way of increasing their Power Level like her. If she assumed each could multiply it by at least four like herself, that meant that this Arcosian was likely the most deadly of the new arrivals.
She could feel her body tensing as she noticed the other Saiyan finally moved at the presence of the new arrival. He had remained stoic and unmoving until this point, did these two have some kind of history together? Never mind that why was she so nervous all of a sudden? She felt her tail moving faster than it had been previously as the Arcosian made their presence known. It flicked back and forth rapidly and she felt herself recoiling as the Arcosian approached the area. Why was she so afraid? So nervous? She'd never fought one of these before that she knew of unless it was while she was berserk but... She could recall everyone she'd fought while berserk as she normally awoke near them.
Her scouter alerted her to another entry soon enough, tearing her attention and thoughts from the Arcosian. But even had her scouter not alerted her, the shouting would've. 'Thirty-two Thousand.' Kit noted. Of the new arrivals this one was clearly the most 'out there' in terms of appearance. Was she an Earthling? She wouldn't find it hard to believe of course if she was one. It seemed the Saiyan she'd eyed at first knew this person. Though she seemed disheartened by the fact that there were very few earthlings here, that told her this woman was definitely not one.
Once more Kitiana took stock of those who had arrived, the Arcosian being the most terrifying of them. Still she found her tail flicking back and forth rapidly and nervously, soon wrapping tightly around her waist. Kitiana couldn't even bring herself to eat the food she had, instead finding her eyes shift back towards the Arcosian nervously. One of her feet twitching and bouncing up and down. Just as she began to open her mouth to say something towards it, another male made his presence known. This was Mash Cheddar, the holder of this tournament. He went on to distribute the fighters, and Kitiana was saddened to know she wasn't fighting the other Saiyan. Her eyes instead moving towards Shemorash.
At only Eighteen Thousand Five-Hundred he was weaker than her, but that didn't mean he could be underestimated. Thankfully with her attention distracted she grabbed a few pieces of food and put the bags in one hand as she followed. This would be the first time she got to see the arena in person, and damn was it more impressive than on TV. Her head turning towards her opponent for a few more seconds as she eyed him up and down slowly. "So uh... Is this going to be one at a time like usual?" She asked Mash. She assumed it would be of course but this wasn't the Tenkaichi Budokai Tournament so there was no telling what the rules really were without asking. "And what exactly are the rules? Are they the same as the Tenkaichi Budokai?"
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Brent Gale
Rising Soul
PL: 36,000
Demonic Bond (x2P) Shemorash Unleashed (x4P)
Tag: @shemorash
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Post by Brent Gale on May 11, 2019 21:42:25 GMT -6
Brent lowered onto the ground, walking out of the spotlight so he could wait around for the others. He jumped in place a little bit while waiting, ignoring his cool and calm demeanor for a moment as he felt the thrill of combat rushing through his blood stream, a mix of pure adrenaline and nervousness. Well, he assumed it was the rush that came before a good ol’ fashioned brawl. Thinking about it, he hadn’t actually fought anyone or used his newfound powers in any sort of combat setting- actually, he wasn’t sure the last time he had been in a fight, but surely he had scuffled with some bullies in elementary school? It didn’t matter anyways, surely he was the strongest person here by far.
Despite his- unbeknownst to him foolish- overconfidence, Brent watched the newcomers carefully as he joined others in the arena, the stands quickly filling with eager bloodthirsty innocents. Some sort of weird bald reptile man showed up, his very presence giving Brent an Icy Chill. The last contender looked to be some fierce woman that was upset at one of the fighters who were here before Brent, looking ready to throw herself into the fray. Finally, the tournament looked ready to start, Mash Cheddar giving a short description before pairing the fighters off. Brent floated towards the main arena, his magicians outfit billowing around him, carefully cracking his knuckles as he examined his opponent. She asked the rules as the tournament began setting up, and Brent’s head rolled back, groaning loudly. There was no way in HFIL he was going to wait for the others to fight first, he was already battle ready.
”I think I read the rules online before I came, we just fight! And like, don’t kill people and stuff!” Brent shouted to the other fighter, hoping his claim didn’t get contested. He looked around for a second, before floating upwards in the sky. He held his hands up high, his arms suddenly moving fast, what appeared to be strange ritual movements, as he collected energy. His magicians hat floated off of his head, as individuals balls of energy began rising out of the hat, floating in stasis around Brent. ”Good luck valiant fighter, but your role in this tournament is at an end!” Brent shouted, his voice hopefully dramatically booming throughout the arena. This tournament was going to be a pushover, so he wanted to make sure it was fun at the least.
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Post by Shiver on May 14, 2019 1:16:49 GMT -6
She wasn't the last to enter the arena, several others showing up soon after her. At first she wasn't overly worried, until she noticed the one in the gray robes and mask. Oh wow, he was actually really strong, a good deal more powerful than the first form she currently inhabited. A Konatsian girl too, who had just showed up and started making a scene with one of the Saiyans. She was fairly powerful too, another one to watch out for. Shiver diverted her gaze down at the ground anxiously, watching her own three toed feet as she rocked back and forth on her heels. This tournament had become a lot less of a sure thing.
At least the billionaire himself finally decided to show up and get it rolling. Shiver couldn't help but stare for a moment, eyes affixed to the robotic hand and scars. She'd been expecting some pampered snob, carried in on a pedestal. The suit was there...but she hadn't expected battle scars, much less a robotic hand. Thankfully, he didn't seem to notice, addressing them and calling out each matchup whilst Shiver pushed away the troublesome thoughts. Focus, she needed to focus because she was going to be fighting....Shiver's tail curled up slightly behind her as she found out her opponent, looking over at the masked man with a clenched jaw. Oh...well she was going to need to transform at least once for certain. Maybe it was best to do it now, before the fight actually started? Trying to concentrate was hard when getting bounced off the ring.
Her inner pondering was interrupted as they walked over to the actual ring. It was quite impressive actually, although she supposed that was to be expected. A billionaire could afford to splurge some on his own private event. Now all that was left was the rules and order, which some of the others were concerned about too. The one in the suit and hat, he was concerned about the no killing rule, and awfully confident as well. Heh, besides the two humans...he was one of the weakest here. If she was in his place, Shiver would've been worried about that too. HFIL, even her own opponent kinda made her worry.
She did have her own questions about the fighting to add in as well, finally speaking up for the first time. "And the weapons and ring out rules? Are those going to be a part of this?" Hopefully the ring outs would still be a thing. She rather liked the idea of it actually, and watching the fights with it unfold. It added a whole new layer of strategy to anything, rather than just pure strength. Also...it would maybe help her deal with her more powerful foe.
PL 44,000
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Post by Date 'Bad Man' on May 16, 2019 13:08:53 GMT -6
The voices went away. That was good. Date didn't need to be caught so soon trying to spy on what was going on. Mash... That name struck Date with such familiarity that it gave him a head splitting ache! It made him angry, for some reason.
When the voice went away, Date came out of the bushes, one of the larger presences having left the area from what his senses told him. He looked around, seeing nothing in the portion of the grounds he was at. He looked around a corner, seeing one of the suits standing guard, half asleep despite being on his feet. It was only apparent due to the swaying the guy. So much that he nearly fell over when he saw Date around the corner, the mercenary retreating from the corner! He looked around at the buildings, seeing there was an open window. He climbed inside, looking around to be certain there wasn't anyone despite not feeling anyone. It was a waiting area for the fighters, with only couches there.
Slipping in and hugging the wall close, he waited. Footsteps weren't audible, but the voice of the guard confirmed his lack of sleep. Seemed some of these guys were here for a while, probably the earlier parts of the morning. Date could use this. He quietly, and quickly, moved to the exit and looked around before darting to his right towards where the others were. He took a bit to arrive close enough to where the others were. He was just close enough to overhear Mash introducing himself and started to pick out people.
'Mash Cheddar... OH THAT SON OF A BITCH,' Date thought to himself, having been hiding in the shade of a gate at the other side of the column, 'His people messed with my bodyguard jobs in the past! So that's what he looks like? Doesn't seem he's pampered like most of the people I've had the privilege of working with.'
He'd heard Mash was one of those, 'Selective types,' when it came to his job. People who managed to survive the selection processes claimed he'd have the people kill each other. Him acting out here with so many able to spy on them, though, meant he was looking for something particular... Finesse, maybe? Date needed to figure that out and get both Scallio and the damn brat out of there! This was the type of thing that Date was warning her not to get involved with and yet she'd been getting herself into it!
Date heard a guard coming closer, so he retreated to the other side of the wall. The moment he saw the suited guy come from around the corner, Date yanked the guy down by his head and knocked him out. He brought him away from the gate to the room he was at before and undressed him down to his boxers and tank top. They were a bit smaller than Date, but Date could slip into his suit. He got dressed up in the black suit and got to moving back into the ring. Upon getting in sight, while Mash wasn't looking his way but could be seen by Scallio and the teen, Date held a finger up to his mouth, visually telling them to keep quiet! He didn't want his cover blown yet.
The Mercenary went up to Mash, speaking to him directly, "Master Cheddar, sir. It seems one of the competitors had taken their leave. We're searching the premises right now for them. One of our own has yet to call in."
Date's sneaked into the ring. He's dressed as one of the guards. Still not participating.
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Post by Ashi on May 22, 2019 9:39:29 GMT -6
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"Ex-cuse me?" Ashi lashed back at Scallio when he took up his curt tone with her. "I can tell you're not a scarecrow right now, thank you very much! And neither is he! Or she! Or him, or her..." Ashi proceeded to point at every individual standing around them and clarify that none of them were visibly scarecrows. And if they were scarecrows, whoever had dressed them up had done a hell of a convincing job at making them look alive. Ashi glared back at Scallio once she'd finished, and cracked her knuckles in front of her. "Oh, we'll see about that, pretty boy. That stupid looking mohawk of yours isn't gonna be the only thing on you that's crimson red once we're all done, here!" Ashi would've grumbled a bit more into Scallio's face, but before she got the chance, the host of the event started to raise his voice.
She somewhat reluctantly backed off from Scallio, but she was pretty sure that was far from the last time they'd be at odds with each other, even just during this one event. And, well, sure enough, the very first people who were picked to fight against each other were none other than Scallio or Ashi. Ashi's face gained a devilish grin as she looked over to Scallio and crossed finger over her own neck, just to let him know how screwed he was. After all, she had a sword, and he didn't, so that pretty much guaranteed this thing in her favor, right? Plus, all Saiyans could do to increase their power was become that giant, hideous ape thing, and no way was Scallio gonna be doing that here, right?
"Welp, let's get this party started," Ashi quaintly said to herself as she removed her sword from the sheathe on her belt and rested it upon her shoulder. "So, no beheadings, no amputations, no killings... A little less exciting than the last big brawl I was in, but I get it, you gotta keep up public appearances." She supposed that made things a bit more relaxed, or at least, as relaxed as a bunch of all out brawls could be. "You ready for me, scarecrow boy?" She playfully taunted the Saiyan as she began to do some stretches, first her arms, then her legs, then her torso... The last thing she needed right now was to pull a muscle just cause she'd been 'too cool' to do her stretches before a big fight!
TAGS: Scallio
OOC NOTES: So sorry, I was waiting for Fenrir for some reason!
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Brent Gale
Rising Soul
PL: 36,000
Demonic Bond (x2P) Shemorash Unleashed (x4P)
Tag: @shemorash
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Post by Brent Gale on Jun 16, 2019 16:11:10 GMT -6
how would you guys feel about skipping so this thread can actually happen?
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